Some of you all never been down South too much...I' gonna tell you a little story, so you'll understand where I'm talking aboutDown there we have a plant that grows out in the woods and the fields,and it looks something like a turnip green.Everybody calls it Polk salad. Now that's Polk salad.Used to know a girl that lived down there andshe'd go out in the evenings to pick a mess of it...Carry it home and cook it for supper, 'cause that's about all they had to eat,But they did all right.

Down in LouisianaWhere the alligators grow so meanLived a girl that I swear to the worldMade the alligators look tame

Polk salad Annie'Gators got your grannyEverybody said it was a shameFor the mama was working on the chain-gangWhat a mean, vicious woman

Everyday before suppertimeShe'd go down by the truck patchAnd pick her a mess of Polk saladAnd carry it home in a tote sack

Polk salad Annie'Gators got you grannyEverybody said it was a shame'Cause the mama was working on the chain-gangWhoo, how wretched, dispiteful, straight-razor totin' woman,Lord have mercy.

Sock a little Polk salad to himYeah, you know what, yeah, yeah

But daddy was a lazy and a no-countClaimed he had a bad backAll her brothers were fit forWas stealing watermelons out of my truck

For once Polk salad Annie'Gators got your grannyEverybody said it was a shameFor the mama was working on the chain-gang